“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, ‘That you are here–that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.’ What will your verse be?” (Dead Poets Society, 1989)
Honest Stories
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Reaching to the other side
Read more: Reaching to the other sideI got a nudging in my spirit that day that this could be the year. Country 50. I never wanted to do the ‘quit your job to travel the world’ thing. I live a normal life… Somehow it all worked out.
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The art of decluttering life
Read more: The art of decluttering lifeConfession time, this is one life lesson He’s tried to teach me over and over and over again the last half a decade, and I’ve just been a poor student of.
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Chasing planes: From fear to favour
Read more: Chasing planes: From fear to favour“Hmm”, he took my boarding pass, “let me just upgrade you to business class.” I was at the boarding gate and I was in a blur. It was all somewhat chaotic.
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Stay true to yourself, ha?
Read more: Stay true to yourself, ha?The “plan” had always been to work as a consultant at a big four. But the spontaneous creative soul in me was a bigger force.
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Jumping on a train not knowing where it’s going
Read more: Jumping on a train not knowing where it’s goingI woke up on the first day of 2005 — the twentieth year of my existence — in an overnight train from Adelaide to Melbourne. I felt like I had conquered something big.
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